"Yep!" Taube giggled. "Now just what to write..." Taube thought and began to write a once simple poem. But when it turned the way it did, it became much more than a simple poem indeed.
Am I really in love?
Can't think straight
Outside my mind
I feel him
I see him
Staring straight at me
I know him
Have for a while now
He doesn't really attract me
Until I see him
I feel him
I see him
Staring straight at me
And for once,
I stare straight back at him.
And I wouldn't imagine it anything else.
Taube quickly shut her poetry notebook before anybody saw. She hoped Charlotte hadn't seen it or she'd probably never live it down. She looked out the window, and sure enough, TIl was staring up at her. And Taube stared straight back.
Charlotte akwardly looked out the window too. When she saw Til she hid. When she laid herslef flat against the wall, her eyes met Bailey's, but they each looked away.
Taube decided something on a quick whim. She wasn't sure if it could make it down there, though. Her mind flashed back to when she had to go to Muggle school. Kids making paper airplanes and throwing them at her head... She pulled the last page from her notebook. This was why she really never used the backs. She folded it as quick as she could, then aimed. She tried her best to get it to go all the way to Til, but it fell a little short. Taube sighed. Almost fail.
Charlotte drew with quick and perfecttly precisioned marks. Her movements were swift and light. She erased the picture several times before finally getting it the way she liked it. She pulled out her tortillion and shded the picture here and there.
Taube's heart jumped when she realized that Til noticed the paper. What had she done? He picked it up and unfolded it. He read it slowly, and smiled. He looked up at Taube, as if to say, 'For me?' And she just nodded.